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Pagina 493 - Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Pagina 545 - All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone— They are neither man nor woman, They are neither brute nor human, They are Ghouls...
Pagina 188 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Pagina 208 - Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested. That is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
Pagina 447 - The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Pagina 249 - And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him : he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not : his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
Pagina 187 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault ; The village all declared how much he knew — Twas certain he could write, and cipher too ; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage. And e'en the story ran that he could gauge.
Pagina 390 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard.